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Harmless guest
Underneath Zoom chair
Some small creature fleeing in confusion
Ah ha, a brown lizard, harmless four-legged guest
Hiding and scared, aren’t you?
So am I
Please do not visit me in bed tonight
Mi-casa-su-casa
prey on insects and spiders all you want
and Thank you
for house cleaning service
Mi-casa-su-casa
Enjoy this big playground
hanging out in small covered spaces
under any couches, chairs, desks, bookshelves, or tables in the house
Closets, vents, baseboards, cushions, and potted plants
unlimited places to hide
One early morning
A two-legged guest picks up his underpants
Surprise!
A four-legged guest skydive dropping onto the ground
fleeing in amusement
An old boardwalk on the beach
offers a sensory treat,
early on a Summer's morn.
And Nature's artistic brush
encapsulates this hallmark
moment: where beauty excels.
Pastel panels of color,
like cobbled bricks of sunlight
ink the boards, in abstract art.
Orange and blue commingle:
as a mix of sun and sea
collaborate on each hue.
And familiarity,
warrants a much closer look:
drawing you into the scene.
Canopies of skittish leaves
cast fickle freckles of shade:
between beams of dancing light.
Nostalgia finds pleasantries
that you thought long forgotten:
restoring their enchantment.
And placidity's achieved:
amidst ubiquitous smiles
and sounds of children's laughter.
And the harvest moon smiles
The ground beneath my feet
solid as is stone of millennium’s might and fear
Flat on a surface of cultured desires,
formidable, paved in promises kept and windswept actions
This night, chocolate skies of peering pleading eyes,
locks smooth, dark, shining beneath silent stars
glowing down upon this photograph dream
developing on the breath of autumn’s coming
Softly I lay you down, earth and colored leaves
vibrant as this beauty I hold, tinted in hues of love
Comfort beyond compare, nature’s pristine blanket
engulfs your form as I find my way in the dark
Sultry sighs echo on midnight bluffs and aching cliffs
Silhouetted caverns, ignited by reflections of sensual calls
and names found on the evening canopy, resonate
in melodic tones of amorous endeavors
Sunflower lips, smooth as mirrored glass and fragrant as life
meet mine in passion, touching, feeling, every inch
as we dance to the rhythm of early hour heart beats,
entwined in the pleasure shared by two destined souls
When snow caps melt in a violent flow of heated steam,
fissures of depth on blood streaked skin,
as your nails scream beneath my flesh,
crimson euphoria dripping
We plead this earth, this solid ground to move
when as asked, it moves,
madly shaking, erupting until
shattering in a crescendo of spark filled ecstasy…
and the harvest moon smiles
Good night Soupers
I spent my day shopping for rubies.
It's an indulgence - you see.
I always choose the most faceted ones
and take them home with me.
I fashion them into beautiful jewelry
and by early the next day,
I've need to shop and purchase more
for I give all my trinkets away.
When the clerk sees me approaching,
he displays trays of crimson stones,
then says with a sly twinkle in his eyes,
"Nice to see you again, Ms. Jones."
Today, I chose two with radiant sparkle
and held one next to each ear.
He flattered me so I'd buy the baubles,
"They are exquisite on you, my dear."
He needn't have bothered with cajolery.
I bought those rubies and more.
He boxed them for me, smiled and said,
"Ta ta," when I walked out the door.
I thought he was impertinent and snide.
and will not deal with one so rude.
Tomorrow I will find a new ruby broker;
who has a more courteous attitude.
I spent my day shopping for rubies,
radiant in quality and clarity.
I will continue to browse, searching
for those I consider a rarity.
First Line Prompt -3 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward
Posted on July 12, 2020
You were gone before my mind
could grasp the brush which paints
faces on memory's canvas.
Vaguely, flashes of an open grave
on a sunny winter's day -
bare feet on my fourth birthday -
and pitiful looks from unfamiliar faces.
But I remember lonely childhood days
when I would visit your grave
bringing flowers picked from sandy fields -
And other times I would just come and cry
when it seemed I was the only child
in the whole wide world without a mother.
Poverty sent you to an early grave
and was my childhood's constant shadow.
Of all your children I was the lonesome one,
always seeking solace in solitude,
always wandering in lonely paths,
an exile from embracing arms
and motherly healing kisses.
Through the years I tried to reconstruct you
through siblings' tales of your mothering,
Although heredity ensures that part of you
will live in me and will continue in my off-spring
I felt I needed more than scientific fact
to find meaning in my sense of being.
Death has stripped me of you
but death has no power over love.
I am a fruit of your love, and as long
as I am able to approach someone in love,
I am connected to you. You are long gone.
I am still your son.
Wet foggy morning,
a shy daylight wakes me up with the birds music.
The cats heard my voice, they call me to have their breakfast.
Before my coffee, I am their waitress.
I look at them while they eat, they look happy, so do I.
The sun starts to show
as the fog is fading away,
not a jumper needed,
but only short sleeves in a gifted sunny day by nearly winter.
Cows are milked and they go out to graze in the green meadows.
This is the country, where the time seems to stop,
where the stress is confused
and faded away with the early fog.
We feed the pigs, rabbits and chickens.
They look at us so grateful.
I go out for a walk among the chestnut trees watching the crows chasing the hawks, listening to every note the little birds sing.
Chilly nightime with a clear sky,
bright stars to contemplate,
a reverie for the eyes watched from the farm's warmth.
FAITH ENOUGH
I met you when I was young
But you knew me in the womb.
I met you at church
They praised your name.
Growing I learned the truth
Dying without you would be tragic.
Living with you was the best choice
That’s all I understood.
In high school, I experienced two lives
One with you on Sundays
One the rest of the week.
Why was I this way?
Maturity came years later
By then I could look back and see
Who I really was those early years.
A young man who was afraid to be.
I denied you in front of friends
It was the life I lived
Peter denied you three times
Fear for his life, me just to fit in.
It has been quite a while
Since I lived that way.
I am truly sorry
So thankful you forgave.
I’ve grown so much these last twenty years
More and more each day I read your glorious Word
I truly believe with my spirit
I have Faith Enough to become much more.
Copyright © Robert Moore, February 24, 2020
Early spring crocus
Hardy purple pansies
Tall clusters of verbena
Vines of morning glory
Arabella clematis
Ornamental allium blooms
Lupinesque wild indigo
Slender wild hyacinth
Faithful canterbury bells
Dignified cattleya orchid
Vibrant effervescent cyclamen
Statuesque gladiola
Cosmopolitan heliotrope
Spiked liatris flowers
Grandiflora petunia
Magical mystic merlin
Unfurling crested iris blossoms
Climbing cascades of wisteria
AP: Honorable Mention 2021, Front Page Pick 2021
Submitted on May 30, 2022 for contest PURPLE FLOWERS sponsored by NAYDA IVETTE NEGRON FLORES - RANKED 2ND
and on March 10, 2022 for contest GARDEN INSPIRATIONS sponsored by BJ LEGROS KELLEY - RANKED 3RD
N-ew morn for a fresh start,
E-nding the cold dark night;
R-ise of the early beacon
M-akes the day so bright.
A-nother morn for a new start,
L-etting the shadows fade;
Y-our birth brings much mirth,
N-ovember third you can't evade.
O-ne morn for a fresh start,
L-etting the chill disappear;
O-bliterating the sadness,
R-emoving the drop of tear.
E-arly morn for a fresh start, as you wake from slumber;
S-un has begun to shine, signalling a good weather.
G-lowing light comes up,
A-llowing you to greet;
N-ew dawn has broken,
O-nce you rise and meet.
L-et the wide brightness
O-f the sky warm your heart;
N-ew beginning for life, new morn for a fresh start.
With spring's blossoms replaced by early leaves,
The gentle zephyr sings a melodious tune.
All the trees sway in rhythm, as if in harmonious league,
While reeds and wild grass dance under the moon.
Newly planted petunias and pansies,
Unfurl petals each morning to greet the golden rays.
Zephyr collects the scent of jasmine and roses,
Spreading it through the universe in a graceful haze.
The song emanating from the heart's deep well,
Transmitted to a distant lover's ear.
The reflection of a thousand suns in lake ripples,
Creates a sight of beauty, so crystal clear.
Zephyr, the messenger of nature's symphony,
Carries melodies on wings of air.
Its presence, a gentle touch upon our souls,
Leaving serene feelings of its enchanting flair.